The next morning.
Several servants knocked on the door and came in, wanting to help the young lady get dressed and wash up, but Jiang Nian had already finished washing up by herself and changed into her Hughes School uniform.
Hughes School is world-renowned for its royal castle-style architecture, elite education, and gentlemanly upbringing.
As a world-class elite private high school, its students mostly come from wealthy and powerful families. It boasts a strong faculty, a wide range of courses, and promotes individual freedom.
For centuries, it has occupied the pinnacle of elite education worldwide, earning the reputation of a "cradle of elites." It is the training ground for heirs of the powerful and wealthy, as well as elites from royal families, political circles, and economic sectors around the world.
Jiang Nian stood in front of the mirror.
The girl in the mirror is wearing a white shirt with a dark red bow tie, a dark gray knitted cardigan, and a striped pleated skirt.
The uniform of Hughes Academy has a low-key yet elegant texture. It accentuates a slender figure, and the black calf stockings make the legs look straight and thin.
Her long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, her skin was very fair, and her small, delicate face had exquisite and stunning features. She exuded a sense of aloofness and indifference, yet inexplicably possessed a captivating allure.
Looking in the mirror, Jiang Nian frowned slightly.
He said to the servant, "Call Jiang Ren over."
Half a minute later, someone knocked on the bedroom door.
Jiang Nian called out "Come in," and Jiang Ren walked in, lowering his eyes and calling out, "Miss."
Jiang Ren will accompany her to school today, but not as a student, so he doesn't need to wear a school uniform. Instead, he'll be wearing a restrained and composed suit.
Most students at Hughes Academy are of distinguished status, and it's not uncommon for them to be accompanied by bodyguards, butlers, and maids.
"Where are my usual black-rimmed glasses?" Jiang Nian asked. "I looked for them for a long time but couldn't find them."
Jiang Ren paused for a moment: "Miss lost those glasses before."
Jiang Nian frowned: "I don't go out, how could I lose my glasses?"
Jiang Ren paused for a second, clenched his hands hanging by his side, and said, "...I don't know either. If Miss needs another pair, I'll go get you another one."
Jiang Nian glanced at him and said, "Then go get it."
Jiang Ren had been by her side for many years and knew her habits, so he quickly brought her a pair of black-rimmed glasses with no prescription lenses.
These thick, black-rimmed glasses give off a dowdy, nerdy vibe. Wearing them diminishes one's attractiveness by three or four points.
For her safety, Lu Zhaokun never made her known to the public.
The outside world only knows that Shenyin has an heir, but they don't know what she looks like or what her name is.
Most of the time, she doesn't show her true face in public. When she needs to conceal her identity, she usually wears a mask.
If you absolutely must show your face, then try to be as inconspicuous as possible to avoid attracting any extra trouble.
When I came downstairs, Lu Zhaokun was already sitting at the dining table.
The usual Western-style breakfast was laid out on the table.
Grilled pork floss sandwiches, banana pancakes, bacon and mushroom omelets, and freshly squeezed juice.
But for some reason, these were foods she was used to eating, but now she had no appetite for them.
I have a strange craving for congee and steamed buns.
Seeing that she wasn't touching her utensils, Lu Zhaokun looked over and asked, "Why aren't you eating?"
Jiang Nian shook her head: "I'm not hungry."
I just picked up the juice and took a sip.
Lu Zhaokun glanced at the food on the table and asked casually, "Not hungry, or don't you want to eat this?"
Without hesitation, she replied, "I'm not hungry."
Lu Zhaokun stared at her intently for a moment.
His expression didn't change much.
He simply leaned closer, his gaze focused. His beautiful, slender hand, holding a napkin, naturally wiped the girl's lips.
His voice never indulged others' low tones: "Tell the people below what you want to eat, and have them prepare it tomorrow."
Jiang Nian frowned when she smelled the faint scent of tobacco on the man.
"You're smoking a lot now."
"You smell of smoke so early in the morning."
Lu Zhaokun paused for a moment: "...I'm going to take a shower."
Jiang Nian shook her head, stood up and glanced at him: "Don't smoke so much, it's bad for your health. I'm going to school."
Because she had no memory of it, Jiang Nian herself didn't know that she had learned to smoke after learning the truth, and then quit before going to Jiangcheng.
Lu Zhaokun, sitting in his wheelchair, did not move until the girl left.
His dark eyes were slightly lowered, and no one could guess his emotions.
The butler bent down and asked, "Sir, would you like to continue your meal?"
"Take it."
Lu Zhaokun said calmly.
He didn't know whether his decision was right or wrong.
But at least for this moment, she still cared about him. And she wasn't going to fight him with all her might.
It remains to be seen how long this concern, built on deception and control, can last.
He was lying to her, and he was lying to himself.
*
On the way to Hughes Academy, Jiang Ren sat silently in the back seat of the car.
He appeared more taciturn than before.
Jiang Nian broke the silence first: "Do you know what's going on behind my back?"
Jiang Ren paused: "Behind you?"
“Yes, the tattoo on my back,” Jiang Nian said, leaning back in her chair with a flat tone.
"Last night when I was taking a shower, I discovered a large area of branding covering my tattoo on my back. Did I do that myself?"
Jiang Ren paused for a moment before saying, "I haven't seen the young lady's back, so I don't know."
"Jiang Ren."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Nian suddenly spoke up.
Those dark eyes looked straight at me, revealing a scrutinizing gaze that went straight to my heart.
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